Life is divided into the horrible and the miserable.

With public sentiment, nothing can fail. Without it, nothing can succeed.

There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.

I don’t know if I particularly want to be remembered for anything. I personally do not think I’m a great gift to the world. I’ve been very fortunate.

Abundance is not something we acquire. It is something we tune into.

Let us be moral. Let us contemplate existence.

Once you hear the details of victory, it is hard to distinguish it from a defeat.

Act enthusiastic and you will be enthusiastic.

Metaphysics means nothing but an unusually obstinate effort to think clearly.

I don’t concern myself with award. I’d been to the party enough times to know it really didn’t matter.

Freedom is not worth having if it does not connote freedom to err.

If I had to choose a religion, the sun as the universal giver of life would be my god.

A gem cannot be polished without friction, nor a man perfected without trials.

There is nothing besides a spiritual world; what we call the world of the senses is the Evil in the spiritual world, and what we call Evil is only the necessity of a moment in our eternal evolution.

Everywhere in life, the true question is not what we gain, but what we do.

We are not animals. We are not a product of what has happened to us in our past. We have the power of choice.

I guess the toughest things in translations are word play, which can never be reproduced exactly.

Sin is geographical.

The energy of the mind is the essence of life.

When I was very young I was sort of floored by the fact that my mother and my father and everyone I knew was going to die one day, and myself too. I had a sort of a philosophical crisis. I couldn’t believe that we were mortal.

Life is not living in the suburbs with a white picket fence. That’s not life. Somehow our American culture has made it out that that’s what life needs to be – and that if it’s not that, it’s all screwed up. It’s not.

A process which led from the amoeba to man appeared to the philosophers to be obviously a progress though whether the amoeba would agree with this opinion is not known.

Sometimes, if you begin to sing in a halfhearted mood, you can sing yourself up the ladder. Singing will often make the heart rise.

The earth belongs to the living, not to the dead.

I have thought there was some advantage even in death, by which we mingle with the herd of common men.

I was in my late thirties when my eyes were opened to truth in God’s Word that showed me I wasn’t living the abundant life Jesus died for me to have. I had a very negative mindset and was miserable most of the time because of the abuse I had experienced throughout my childhood.

It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.

Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.

No one knows whether death, which people fear to be the greatest evil, may not be the greatest good.

Being is the great explainer.

The fellow that can only see a week ahead is always the popular fellow, for he is looking with the crowd. But the one that can see years ahead, he has a telescope but he can’t make anybody believe that he has it.

One can survive everything, nowadays, except death, and live down everything except a good reputation.

To do nothing is also a good remedy.

I am sorry to say that there is too much point to the wisecrack that life is extinct on other planets because their scientists were more advanced than ours.

Death, like birth, is a secret of Nature.

I’m convinced that no one can amount to a damn in the arts if he becomes sweetly reasonable, seeing all sides of a picture, forgiving all sins.

Life is a dead-end street.

The most important thing is to enjoy your life – to be happy – it’s all that matters.

The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.

Life, if well lived, is long enough.

When you are an actor, you have to stay inside this world, but when you are with the crew, on the outside, you are in the dirt, working through all the issues. It’s just a different way of working, and I think I preferred it.

Life is warfare.

We are all ready to be savage in some cause. The difference between a good man and a bad one is the choice of the cause.

Everything is the product of one universal creative effort. There is nothing dead in Nature. Everything is organic and living, and therefore the whole world appears to be a living organism.

The finest steel has to go through the hottest fire.

I was sure I’d set the world on fire, and it was hard for a young feller like me to realize the truth – that I hadn’t set the world on fire, and I was totally unprepared to handle the consequences if ‚The Big Trail‘ had been a success and launched me as a star.

O wretched man, wretched not just because of what you are, but also because you do not know how wretched you are!

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.

All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.

Every new opinion, at its starting, is precisely in a minority of one.

We spend our lives, all of us, waiting for the great day, the great battle, or the deed of power. But that external consummation is not given to many: nor is it necessary. So long as our being is tensed, directed with passion, towards that which is the spirit of all things, then that spirit will emerge from our own hidden, nameless effort.

Regarding life, the wisest men of all ages have judged alike: it is worthless.

A truer image of the world, I think, is obtained by picturing things as entering into the stream of time from an eternal world outside, than from a view which regards time as the devouring tyrant of all that is.

No matter what happens in life, be good to people. Being good to people is a wonderful legacy to leave behind.

Making a film is like putting out a fire with sieve. There are so many elements, and it gets so complicated.

Forever is composed of nows.

I have wondered about time all my life.

The supreme function of reason is to show man that some things are beyond reason.

Men seldom, or rather never for a length of time and deliberately, rebel against anything that does not deserve rebelling against.

Falsehood is a perennial spring.

Men are disturbed not by things, but by the view which they take of them.